Before wiping Robert Durst from unemployment, we discuss a minute his lawyer. No smarter, savvier, sharper, slicker — sleazier — exists than Dick DeGuerin.

Back in Texas, after Durst killed, then made hamburgers of the victim’s body, DeGuerin got him off. He’s now looking to wriggle him from New Orleans into Los Angeles because the California case — where they’re mostly interested in too much Kardashian and too little water — presents loopholes.

DeGuerin. Short and little. What sticks out most is his ego. In 2003, he tried peeing on me after my repeated personal exclusive NY Post one-on-one front-page talks with Robert Durst.

Little Dick said my interviews “never happened . . . It’s bulls - - t. Those quotes are fabricated . . . My client was tricked into talking to her for 45 seconds” and “didn’t say most of the things attributed to him.”

He called my interviews “fake.” Said I’d promised to retract them.

Really? I’d spoken repeatedly to Durst going back months and months. The very night he was acquitted, we spoke twice. He told me, personally, to quote him. We spoke twice more the following day. My assistant took his calls. They could be tracked. Collect. From jail. Public record. Only little Dick, with a silver tongue and mouth bigger than any body part, said they didn’t happen.

‘Derek’ is very special

If it’s Ricky Gervais, you can’t keep a good man down. Or off TV.

Re: his Emmy-nominated Netflix thing, “Derek Special” — written, starring, directed by him — kicky Ricky says: “Derek’s a comic outsider who cares for everyone. His intentions are pure. If nobody knew me, I’d be Derek for the rest of my life.”